I can clearly remember the day I first met Glen. It was October 23, 2012 and a group of nine strangers (and one tour guide) were piling into an extended van to go on a tour throughout British Columbia and Alberta.
Glen doesn’t know this, but the first impression I have of him was actually from seeing him from behind. Our tour guide, John, had taken the group to an area of Vancouver where we could grab some snacks and coffee before the long drive began. I was behind Glen in line, waiting to order a cuppa, and I couldn’t help but notice how well-dressed he was. I actually guessed at that moment that he was British, based on his apparel. Turns out, I was bang on the money.
Glen hails from Dartford, a town that’s about a forty minute drive outside of London in Kent, England. Over the course of six years, and while he was completing his two university degrees (an Honours Bachelors of Science in Psychology and a Masters of Science in Evoluntionary Psychology — my boy is smart as hell), Glen worked as a Crew Purser for Saga Cruises.
In mid-September of last year, Glen’s job brought him to the east coast of Canada. With a work break that lasted two months, Glen decided to spend the time exploring our country from coast to coast. Beginning in Halifax, he made his way to Ottawa, then Winnipeg and Calgary before landing in Vancouver, where we eventually met up for our tour with Moose Travel Network.
This kid is, without a doubt, one of my favourite people on this planet. Even after a year of not seeing him I can still hear his laugh in my head, which is infectious. I miss his dry British humour, his perfectly timed and executed one-liners, and his deplorable potty mouth 😉 . He is truly a genuine, warm and inspiring person and I’m honoured to be able to call him a friend. Prior to the trip we took together, I went through a major shift in my life and was in a weird place. Glen, along with some of my other mates from our tour, pulled me out of that place and made me feel whole again. I will always be grateful for that.
Seeing how Glen’s visited a good chunk of the world thanks to his cruise line job, I decided to profile him for this edition of Wayfarer. It’s been almost a year since I’ve done one of these friend highlights, but hopefully Glen’s post will inspire me to pull up my boot straps and keep them going.
1. What countries have you visited? Algeria, Argentina, The Azores, Barbados, Belgium, Brazil, Canada, The Canary Islands, The Channel Islands, Chile, China, Costa Rica, Cyprus, Czech Republic, Denmark, Easter Island, Ecuador, Egypt, Estonia, The Falkland Islands, The Faeroe Islands, Fiji, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Greenland, Holland, Hong Kong, Iceland, India, Ireland, The Isle of Man, Italy, Jamaica, Latvia, Lithuania, Madeira, Malaysia, The Maldives, Morocco, Namibia, Norway, Peru, Poland, Portugal, Russia, Sao Tome & Principe, Scotland, Senegal, Sierra Leone, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Thailand, Togo,Tunisia, Turkey, The United States of America, Uruguay, Wales.
2. What is your favourite place to visit? Vancouver. I would move there tomorrow if I could.
3. What’s one thing you’ve learned from your travels? Humanity. You are never alone. There are a lot of like-minded people out there that you can talk to and learn things from. Also, that you’re never too old. No excuses really!
4. What’s one thing you must always bring with you on a trip? Hmmm…difficult one. Obviously money. But I think a sense of adventure. If you meet someone and they say “Let’s go to Vancouver Island”, then go! And plastic bags for dirty boots, dirty laundry — anything. And your camera. That’s too many answers!
5. What are the top three destinations on your travel bucket list? Places that I’ve not been to: Madrid, Moscow, Alaska. Oh, and Vienna as a very close 4th.
6. What’s the craziest thing to have happened to you while on a trip? I don’t think anything CRAZY has happened. Sleeping in a wooden hut with no running water or proper heating was pretty unusual. Being sped around Mumbai in a wooden car was scary crazy, and I have had some very drunken nights in St. Petersburg that I’d rather try to forget!